In the years of darkness
The time of diminished brightness
You absorbed what was pure inside me.
Thus I knew you were once in a battle.
Battles that your feeble mind should have never survived.
The time of war ate your joy away.
Always trying to mold your surroundings the same.
Breaking our souls and trapping our dreams.
In order to take them and put them to sleep,
And whilst our dreams were almost ashes.
I called your dark and immediately adopted.
You received a juicy gift, an example of what you are to me.
Nothing, but the organs that dropped me into your void.
I treat you with an array of emotions, identical of the ones you provided me.
Miles and miles of tears you yanked out,
But once I provided life to my own,
Mercy just took a toll, completely wild.
I hiccup your glob of misery while after while,
The only difference is the strength that is pleasing the peace in me.
He’s my trophy, and I still see you throwing it into the mud,
How you spat and threw trash at it.
I realized I needed him, got dirty, and dove in like a wild animal.
To get my trophy, my soul, and truly chose a life worth while, away,and vanished from you.
The emptiness if not an abysmal amount of loneliness,
Will once again, not only be yours, but slapped onto your forehead,
Like the disease you have become.
I will complete and close the cycle of you,
And lock it with victory, knowing my children will never be the same.